Far From Shallow Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Far from shallow

Love, enjoy "The Nature"
-arriving with power
-and raising mid-finger
-as if "Go ‘F' yourself! "

Admire "The Nature"
-when I see the snakes
-made of the cut-cables,
-by lamppost scattered.

My joy is like babies'
-playing with breasts
-when I see traffic
-is dead as non-exist
-no light of red-green.

Bow to gust, gale and wind
-uprooting bush, trees,
-and shingles, and chimneys.

Love seeing Nature's kill;
-basic tools and with deed.

Enjoy "Man's Surrender"
-to forces of Nature;
-Volcano, Earthquake,
-Tsunami, Blizzard!

"Capitulate", "Capitulate! "

Whenever such is race
-I try to be "First! "
-and tried it today
-in the mess of weather
-when came wind and snow,
-then after icy rain, frozen!

Sat by road like artists,
-held a pen and paper in clip,
-used the words as paint, then
-brush kissed thought's canvas…

Savage was and sly,
-in action, the sky;
-when using wind as whip
-hitting cold to the heat,
-truly a Jallad…

Melted ice and snow
-of the mounts turned water.
-To observe, I sat there
-noted down, kept record
-for writing this poem…

Saw edges of the ice
-and frozen flakes
-get thinner slowly,
-becoming streams.

I recalled the mountains
-at the end of winter;
-when the king of heavens
-retained its strength…
-recollected power
-opened arms for summer…

There, too, snow and glacier
-melt from the edges
-to make the curved rivers
-with waves on surface
-as if a radio of ‘AM' or ‘FM'
-similar to boiling of kettle
- (hung above camp fire
-around it some friends.)

On roadside, streams
-copy the partridge
-act ‘Sweet' of ‘Sixteen'
-with image of tulips
-waltzing; in the breeze.

And I watch Mother Earth
-and listen with much care
-hear seeds in her womb.